Photo outside Bowen House on Lambton Quay, street access to the city for most of our politicians and their staff.  Police were called after I lost it a bit and let a few swear words slip out, I was giving everybody going in and out of the building shit about welfare reforms, unemployment and how we treat abused people and mentally ill people.  Felt really good.

Also sang my protest songs and recited poetry.  Phil Heatley went past – a member of the social services committee that decided on the latest reforms, who read my extensive submission and completely ignored it.  I had sent him my latest poem I WISH I WAS DEAD the day before and yelled at him if he had read it – he nodded.  He was obviously ashamed of himself.

Also saw Katrina Shanks, who had been trying to get mental health to help me but her staff had recently hit a brick wall – she hadn’t been told.  She talked to the police and begged me to tone it down so I didn’t get arrested, I did a bit and they left.

I went to get some paper to make a sign while I was protesting but on the way I encountered Geoffry Palmer, talked to him for about 5 mins, another ignorant self-righteous rich bastard who didn’t believe what I was telling him.  I had tried everything he suggested, it didn’t work, his said it was the responsibility of the Law Society to ensure every person had access to justice.  So I went there, sat in the reception area, talked to a staff member for a while but was given absolutely no assurances of getting a lawyer, so I refused to leave.

The police were called, I was trespassed, refused to leave, was arrested and left peacefully unhandcuffed with police.

At the station I was lectured by idiots for five hours (only kidding, they didn’t do it the whole time).  I freaked out a bit when they asked the suicide question and the policeman called the senior sergent.  When he came in there were 5-6 officers and me in the processing area, which I found really threatening.  He was a big guy and I was sure I had met him before, he antagonised me and I lost it and insulted him in front of everyone.  The looks on the faces of the other officers was priceless, obviously this guy was a bully and power tripper, they looked between me and him waiting to see what he did.

He responded by approaching me saying I was obviously mentally ill and then describing how I was going to have all my clothes removed and the suit put on.  My disability kicked in and I had a severe stress reaction, I started shaking and backed up into the corner of the room, ended up curled up in a ball on the ground screaming there was no way they were going to take my fucking clothes off, calling them perverts and generally doing what I needed to NOT BE STRIPPED.  They backed off, things calmed down and I was put in a cell to wait three hours for mental health crisis team.

Mental health arrived and I nutted off at them, have an extreme stress reaction to anybody from mental health, these people were no different.  The woman told me she wasn’t going to take the abuse and I just launched back into her, calling them murderers and torturers, etc.  The young policewoman told me not to abuse them, but I couldn’t stop myself – this is how badly they have abused/persecuted me.  I was sent back to the cell, where I started yelling and hitting the door demanding a lawyer and a minister – I got neither.

The police came back and told me if I answered a few simple questions that I could leave.  I told them I didn’t think I could control my behaviour when I am near them, but I reluctantly agreed because I just wanted to get out of there – my greatest fear of course is being committed.

So I talked to the crisis team, told them what they wanted to hear – which was all lies, they left and I was processed to be released.

Got real pissed off with my bail conditions the senior sergeant (The Sheriff) obviously getting me back, I was ordered out of Wellington on the next train and am not allowed to come past Petone or Porirua until court next week – we’ll see about that.

The policeman processing me commented how I obviously had a problem with authority, I said only abusive authority.  I was let go and went stayed with Ricky as arranged.  Next day I went protesting and putting up banners in Petone with Billy McKee – our first outing with the Pirate flag.

I have already made a formal complaint about The Sheriff and am planning to return to Wellington before Wednesday and violating bail.  As well as getting arrested from another agency for occupying their offices because I can’t get what I am legally entitled to.